Diarmuid gazes pensively into a nearby lake as the summer rain pounds down on the water while rays of sunshine travel along the ripples. The thick broken clouds create a light show on the water"s surface. Diarmuid shelters under a canopy of leaves under a large old oak tree. King Finn approaches abruptly. He stares with Diarmuid for a brief moment before mentioning this was the same place Diarmuid’s mother would venture when she was pondering her life.
"Like mother like son, I guess," Finn says, more to keep the silence broken, unsure what to talk about, for Finn is a man to the point. Dealing with those who liked niceties before the business was an area of restlessness for him. "Its ‘bout time we have you married my son."
Diarmuid doesn"t break his focus on the water, ignoring his fathe
